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Friday, April 17, 2009

My uncle always refers cooking as "Kitchen Chemistry". Many would accept that its an art and there is no way to learn it properly other than to cook and experiment by yourself. I've come across many kitchen experiments that my mom used to conduct with idlis. I hated idlis and it demanded lots of creativity to give them to me in an acceptable format like garnished with chilly powder and nuts in a fried format. One of the genius blogger friends I have here, had once written about R&D in the Mummy Labs .

If you had gone into that link I know its a bit difficult to come back here. Still, come back and read the rest.

Breakfast is not a big deal in my house, especially the weekends. I get up only by noon and that is because I go to sleep only in the morning. Today was an unusual saturday where I woke up by 9AM. I came online which I do each and everyday I don't have a schedule (only 365 days a year). I was happily sipping my filter coffee (you know what coffee represents in psychology). One friend with whom I was chatting asked me if I wanted dosa because she was eating it there. When I cracked a PJ to send it as an attachment, she did send a picture of 3 dosas in a plate for which she had spent sometime to google in between her breakfast.

Then I decided that I've got to have some breakfast (the dosas were tempting). I was too lazy to go out and get some parcel. I asked my dad if there was anything useful in the kitchen with which i could make some breakfast. I learnt that there was only some Instant Rava Upma mix. The thought of Upma made me go "NEVER!!". When I almost decided that I'll better not eat anything, a thought strcuk my mind (Bulb Glows you know! TINGGGggggg!!!!). In another five minutes I was all set in the kitchen to make some breakfast for me.

Stir until you can see what seems to be batter or upma mixed with water.

Prepare the tava and make the dosa in the usual way.

Once the above method is followed with the proper ingredients you will have something that you are not sure whether to risk trying. Believe me. It tasted awesome. The advantage is that I had Upma, (Rava + Wheat) Dosa, Adai (a Kerala based tiffin). My dad tasted it and complemented my quest for research.

PS: Please don't make this kind of Dosa unless you have the ingredients by chance and you are hungry. If you go in search of these ingredients to make this dosa, people may start judging you in a crazy way.

Also, I wanted to put some pics. But, couldn't take any due to unavailability of camera.

Monday, April 06, 2009

I was walking down a Nth Main Road, in an X Nagar in Bangalore. The weather was pretty good (No Wonder). I was wearing a gray full hand shirt, tucked into pitch black cotton trousers. My hands and legs were still trembling, heart beat was atleast twice tha normal, sweat flowing from the side of my heads to my chin. This was not how I imagined it would be. I never expected it.

My ears buzzed with many many sounds - Car/Vehicle horns, Sound of the lady who spoke to me last and a bee was definitely playing bugle directly into my tympanum. I could not realize if I was deaf or blind until a bike sped past me missing me just by a strand of hair. I came back to normal. I was still walking and it definitely was not a dream. All mixed emotions were flowing in my head.

I started sweating badly. Without much knowledge of what I was doing, I held out my right hand and stopped an auto. He looked at me and came to a halt in front of me. My mouth just said something close to "Majestic, Hotel Kaveri, Meter Charge".

Back to astounded state again!

I was sitting in a moving auto. This time I was more aware of what was going on. My head was definitely heavy (is this what they call Head Weight?). I felt the back of my head and two small lobes were protruding out. Nothing to worry. They bulge everytime I'm anxious.

As a voluntary action of just remembering something, I pulled the new Motorola mobile out of my pocket. I speed dialled number 2. After 3-4 seconds it made a small beep and showed "Call Failed". I tried to do the same a couple of times but I got the same response. I checked on my head lobes again and went back to the phone; I speed dialled 2 once more. This time it connected. However, all i could hear was a lady speaking in Kannada and then followed an English message which claimed that the number I was calling did not exist. I realized that it was a Tamil Nadu number and I needed to add number 0 or +91 in the start for the call to connect because I was on roaming. I did the needy and soon the phone rang. After about 5 rings, a deep base voice answered, "Hello".